As I was wandering down a side street in Chiang Mai about 7:00 AM I noticed young monks trooping into the temple for prayer. I followed them inside and sat a little behind them with my camera. I thought about light, composition, and worried that they might hear my shutter. I imagined being born in Thailand and becoming a monk. I thought about breakfast, and a dozen other things. Then I thought about what they might be thinking about, sitting there, so still, as the sun fell on the middle monk. No clue. They weren't supposed to be thinking about anything of course, but I'll bet that the thoughts came -- mom, old girlfriend, music, sweeping up -- and imagined that they let the stray thoughts drift by without attending to them, like leaves floating past on a slow, wide river. I once asked a monk what his biggest distraction was during meditation: He replied instantly "food," and laughed out loud.